Isaiah 45

Anya saw the world in colors.

We want to know God, but we also want to be known.

My mother died on the winter solstice shortly after her 50th birthday. So I have spent a lot of time thinking about darkness and the return of the light.

As I read Barbara Brown Taylor’s Learning to Walk in the Dark, I wondered if I had fallen prey to the dualistic paradigm she finds so troubling.

It often feels like a rhetorical game, this question of what belongs to God.

Darkness does not come from a different place than light; it is not presided over by a different God.